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09-07-2014, 09:29 AM
Suddenly, the boy is very much awake. I startle as he does. In a quick motion, he has awoken, has jumped away from me, and has hit the tree. I snort softly, and giggle a little as a fox comes (maybe companion?) "Do you need a healer?" He is sweet at least, asking if I need a healer. "No, dear. I don't need a healer, just some rest. I'm sorry to have spooked you." Her eyes look over his body. He's a black thing, with a young face. There is a red spot on his flank, but blood wouldn't be that bright on a dark coat, so I don't worry. The fox that has joined also seems young. He or she carries a rat in it's jaw. Where did it find that? What else can it find? Shilva could have probably caught a mouse, but this is a baby fox. Are foxes natural born hunters? Could Shilva have been so skilled?
"I am Aurelia. Who might you be?" I ask him politely, caring to know the boy's name. Is he just visiting the Dragon's throat also? "And you?" I giggle as I look at the fox. So cute! Though I seem perfectly happy, my body stings and burns and my heart longs for Shilva. My facade of happiness stays up, however. I do not need anyone's pity. I am not seriously hurt, just slightly broken. Maybe cracked, but I'm not shattered, despite what everyone thinks. I am healthy enough. No need for healers and medics, but maybe Destry needs it? Is she more hurt than me? Where is she? Have I lost her love already? Did she find out I'm crazy? Oh, Destry.. Where are you, love?
"I am Aurelia. Who might you be?" I ask him politely, caring to know the boy's name. Is he just visiting the Dragon's throat also? "And you?" I giggle as I look at the fox. So cute! Though I seem perfectly happy, my body stings and burns and my heart longs for Shilva. My facade of happiness stays up, however. I do not need anyone's pity. I am not seriously hurt, just slightly broken. Maybe cracked, but I'm not shattered, despite what everyone thinks. I am healthy enough. No need for healers and medics, but maybe Destry needs it? Is she more hurt than me? Where is she? Have I lost her love already? Did she find out I'm crazy? Oh, Destry.. Where are you, love?
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